Sunday WILL Come…

The thing that gets me through each and every day…the one thing that helps me take more happy moments then sad is the fact that I have faith and hope for the life after this one.I have gained in my OWN soul the truth that we will see our Savior again…we will live with our families and loved ones forever.

This stuff I KNOW…it is ingrained in every thought and deed that I do in my life. It effects who I am and who I want to become.

But life also gets in the way. And we go through trials and tribulations that mold us into better people, but are still rough to get through. We cry, we lament, we hang onto sadness while we grieve…either for a lost family member physically or even spiritually. We get mad, frustrated, and even depressed when something turns our life upside down by something as simple as losing ones job. (picture was found here at this site: http://ohwowthischangeseverything.com/)

I understand that those are just moments in our lives…and that things will get better, time will pass, and the darkness can and will fade for our Heavenly Fathers light is always there, always behind the clouds seeking to permeate the despair and anger.

This may sound bad, but it has been a while since I have REALLY felt the spirit. To the point where my heart felt full to bursting and my eyes couldn’t seem to keep in the tears, no matter how many times I blinked.

I felt that way last Sunday. It was during Sacrament…and a young couple talked who were new in the ward.

Having had my own difficult time recently…last Sunday was inspirational, beautiful, and I felt heart lifting.

It’s good to remember…and it’s good to hear things in a way that makes sense.

The speaker that spoke last Sunday quoted this part of the late Elder Wirthlin’s talk given in the October of 2006 Conference entitled, “SUNDAY WILL COME“…I found and liked the New Era’s condensed version of it, but here is what he writes:

The Dark Friday of the Crucifixion
I think of how dark that Friday was when Christ was lifted up on the cross. On that terrible Friday the earth shook and grew dark. Frightful storms lashed at the earth.

Those evil men who sought His life rejoiced. Now that Jesus was no more, surely those
who followed Him would disperse. On that day those men stood triumphant.

On that day the veil of the temple was rent in twain.

Mary Magdalene and Mary, the mother of Jesus, were both overcome with grief and
despair. The superb man they had loved and honored hung lifeless upon the cross.

On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man
who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked
men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.

On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled. It
was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls
of those who loved and honored the Son of God.

I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.

Sunday Will Come

But the doom of that day did not endure.

The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind.

And in an instant the eyes that had been filled with ever-flowing tears dried. The lips that had
whispered prayers of distress and grief now filled the air with wondrous praise,
for Jesus the Christ, the Son of the living God, stood before them as the
firstfruits of the Resurrection, the proof that death is merely the beginning of
a new and wondrous existence.

Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.

But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.(This photo was found here: http://www.heavenlyascents.com/tag/resurrection/)

No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, in this life or the next, Sunday will
come.

Shelle is a wife of 1 and a Mom of 2. Lifelong member of the Church. She is a graduate in Marriage and Family Science from Brigham Young University. Shelle also believes in living life one laugh at a time! Find out more about Shelle on her personal blog, BlokThoughts.